Liu Yan's Big Steamed Buns
Ma Jun was woken by the chirping of birds in the tree outside the window. When he came to, he lay there dazed for a good while, wondering why he wasn't in his own bed. It felt strange—until the memories of last night slowly surfaced from the depths of his mind.
He'd gone home with Liu Yan, eaten dinner, jerked off with her jade-like feet, then gotten her to give him a handjob—not once, but twice. Was that all real? Ma Jun could hardly believe it. Him sharing a bed with Liu Yan? It sounded like a damn dream.
But everything around him screamed otherwise. He was sprawled on the big bed in Liu Yan's bedroom, though the spot beside him was empty. Where had she gone? Ma Jun buried his face in her sheets, inhaling that faint, intoxicating scent. God, it was heavenly. If only he could sleep next to her like this every night.
Of course, he knew that was just wishful thinking. She'd only let him stay because his mom was out of town. Sigh—if only Mom stayed away a few more days. He could crash here longer, play "games" with Liu Yan every evening. The thought alone got his blood pumping.
Ma Jun threw on his clothes, hopped out of bed, and headed to the bathroom for a glorious morning piss. Holding Liu Yan's mature, voluptuous body all night had given him countless random hard-ons, leaving him dreaming of the toilet nonstop. Lucky he hadn't actually wet the bed—that would've been mortifying for a guy his age.
As he stepped out, Liu Yan walked in wearing her pajamas, carrying a plate she set on the dining table. She gave him a soft smile. "You're up. Perfect timing—breakfast is ready. Eat it while it's hot."
A steaming plate of big steamed buns sat on the table, instantly reminding Ma Jun of the massive, round Big breasts heaving on Liu Yan's chest. Hers were way bigger, whiter, and better to squeeze than these. He grabbed one, kneaded it hard, and grinned. "These buns are so soft, Yan-jie. Wonder if yours taste as good?"
Liu Yan caught that lecherous glint in his eye and knew exactly what was on his mind. Her cheeks flushed as she scolded him playfully. "Enough of that. Eat your breakfast. Wasn't last night wild enough? Horny first thing in the morning?"
After their intimate escapades last night, Liu Yan felt closer to Ma Jun than ever—more indulgent, even. Back then, she'd have snapped at him for talk like that. Now? A strange thrill bubbled up inside her. But she couldn't let him see it. This bold little punk would get even cockier, and she'd lose all control over him.
Seeing her pretend to be mad, Ma Jun didn't push his luck. He chomped off half a bun in one bite. He'd burned a ton of energy last night—three loads, shitty sleep from all the excitement—and his growing teenage body was starving. He demolished five big buns, two fried eggs, and two huge bowls of congee before letting out a satisfied belch and patting his belly. "All full, Yan-jie. What's next?"
"Next? Studying, obviously. Your mom didn't drop you off here to play around."
Liu Yan shot him a stern glare, but last night's sins made her falter. If Song Ping found out what she'd done with her son... she'd die of shame. Straightening up, she said firmly, "Stay home today and hit the books. No distractions."
"Got it, Yan-jie. Don't worry—I’ll study hard."
Ma Jun chuckled. After last night's unforgettable romp, he was fired up. He'd ace this semester's finals, and then... that pretty little mouth of hers would be his. The anticipation was electric.
No pain, no gain. For future bliss, he'd endure anything—even hanging from the beam with a cone up his ass.
But with temptation right there, staying cool was tough. Liu Yan lounged in a simple nightgown that hugged her lush curves, her sultry vibe on full display. Fresh from bed, unwashed, hair messily tied back, face bare—she radiated warm, wifely charm. Somehow more lethal than her sexy school outfits.
Those massive white tits strained against the fabric. Recalling how they'd felt in his hands, Ma Jun's cock twitched. He'd just sworn to study—no way to ruin the vibe now. He clamped his thighs tight, took a deep breath, and refocused. Long game, idiot. Real rewards after finals.
"Alright, hit the bedroom and crack those books. I'll clean up."
Liu Yan smiled sweetly, gathering the empty plates and sashaying to the kitchen. That plump ass swaying under her gown was pure provocation. Ma Jun groaned inwardly. This day would be torture—seeing but not touching hurt worse than nothing. He pitied the guys in her class. How did they survive her lessons without staring at her body the whole time, ignoring every word? No wonder her students' Chinese scores lagged behind Zhang Li's Class 57. Who could focus with tits like that up front?
Thank god his homeroom teacher wasn't Liu Yan, or his grades would be toast too.
Back in the bedroom, Ma Jun sat at the desk, cleared his head, and dove into the study guides. Once locked in, he tuned out the noise. Learning was key now—Mom, Zhang Li, Liu Yan all hammered it home. Zhang Li, especially, had doubled down since they hooked up, piling on extra lessons like guilt-fueled penance for seducing her student. Bad finals meant facing three women's wrath. Shiver. No retreat, only charge ahead. He wasn't gunning for first—Li Ting, that freakish top student, was unbeatable without cheating.
Thinking of Li Ting stirred mixed feelings. She was a San Zhong star: sweet face, tall figure, principal Li Jianjun's daughter. Guys adored her—love letters daily—but she shot them all down. Hung with a few girlfriends, straight home after school, disciplined as hell. Early on, dudes tested the waters, but after Su Jianxin crashed and burned, no one dared.
Huang Guoxin was a rare stubborn one. Ma Jun sometimes wanted to tell him to aim lower—like Fang Lei, the English rep near Li Ting. Not as stunning, but cute enough with a fuller figure. Best part? She had a crush on Huang Guoxin, helped him chase intel on Li Ting, even got her to those group hangs.
Huang Guoxin and Fang Lei would've been solid—her maturity could've reined him in. But he was fixated on Li Ting, with Su Jianxin stirring the pot. No backing out now. Ma Jun stayed quiet, letting him crash until he wised up.
Stumped on a problem, Ma Jun didn't want to bug Liu Yan in the kitchen. He booted the computer, searched online. Done, he spotted the QQ icon on the desktop. Impulse hit—he noted Liu Yan's handle, logged in with his own, and added her. Her screen name? Qianxun—the heroine from that Japanese anime. Needed approval. He typed: "I'm Little White Dragon." The male lead, river god who lost his name, controlled by a witch, regained it with Qianxun's help—her lover. Touching flick; Ma Jun had teared up. Who knew a mature beauty like Liu Yan dug it? Maybe a kid lived in her heart, hidden away.
About to log off, a friend request popped: "Hi Ma Jun, it's Li Ting."
He froze. No way. How'd she get his QQ? Huang Guoxin? Nah, even he'd know better. What did she want anyway?
Ma Jun ignored it—no drama. Logged out, shut down, grabbed his book. But his mind raced: what was Li Ting after?